The Impossible Mighy Be Possible

AURORA

“I didn’t make anything up,” I said quickly. “It was Damon’s theory, not mine.”

“Damon said that?”

“Yes.”

Her lips curled in irritation. “Why are you not over your ex?”

“I am over him,” I snapped, then exhaled hard. “It’s just humiliating. The man who left me years ago walks back into my life, and now he sees me like this—bruised, in prison clothes, chained to a chair.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” Mom’s voice rose. “You’re facing twenty years for a crime you didn’t commit. You might not even survive in here. And you’re worried about a man from your past?”

Her words stung. But Damon wasn’t just a man from my past—he was the wound that had never healed. And now he was back, stirring it all up again.

“Yes, I hate him,” I admitted bitterly. “That’s why it cuts so deep. Would you want your enemy to see you like this?”

She didn’t answer. The silence told me enough.

“Maybe bringing him wasn’t the best idea,” she admitted reluctantly. “But he offered to help. He’s powerful, and he’s a damn good lawyer. You know that.”

“He also knows the Wolfes. What if they sent him?”

Her head jerked up. “What?”

“Mom, he and Bryan went to the same college. He’s worked with Bryan before. What if this is all a setup?”

She shook her head firmly. “No. Damon isn’t working for them. He’s here for you.”

I wanted to believe her. But Bryan being alive? It made no sense. “Did you even see his body?” I pressed.

She hesitated, then shook her head slowly. “No. I didn’t. I only heard the family say it was too mangled to view.”

A chill crept down my spine.

Before I could say more, the warder called, “Time’s up!”

Mom pressed her palm to the glass, eyes shimmering. “We’ll dig deeper. Damon and I. I’ll get you out. I promise.”

Her words clung to me as the guard dragged me away. But Damon’s note echoed louder: He isn’t dead, and I’ll prove it to you.

Moments later, I was escorted back for another visitor. Damon.

When I entered, he was already seated. “I have news for you,” he began.

“Stop.” I raised a hand. “If you’re here to tell me Bryan’s alive, I’ll walk out right now.”

“Then prepare to leave,” Damon said evenly. “Because that’s exactly what I’m here to show you.”

I stood abruptly. “I’m done.”

“I have evidence.” His voice cut through me.

I froze. Evidence?

The guard arched a brow. “Still want to leave?”

“Give me a few minutes,” I whispered.

I sat back down, my heart pounding. Damon slid a thick envelope across the table.

Inside were photographs. The first froze me solid—Bryan. Standing in a café. Alive.

The next: Bryan on a balcony in Santorini. The house we once owned.

Then more: at a market, on a boat, smiling at a faceless woman.

My stomach churned. “No. This can’t be real.”

“Keep looking,” Damon urged.

Bank statements. Recent transactions. His account still active. Transfers across Europe.

Finally, a grainy photo of Bryan at the door of our beach house.

“This is impossible,” I whispered.

“Is it?” Damon leaned in. “There’s CCTV footage too. Dated last month. Tell me, can a dead man buy property in Santorini? Because here’s the purchase authorization with his signature.”

The ground tilted beneath me. My world was collapsing all over again.

“Now,” Damon said quietly, his gaze locked on mine. “You’ve seen the truth. Your husband is alive. So tell me, Aurora… do you still want him back?”

My lips trembled, but clarity surged through me at last. I wiped my tears away and met his eyes.

“No,” I said, my voice steady. “I want revenge.”

Bryan was alive. And he had left me to rot in hell.

For six months I had been beaten, disgraced, branded a murderer. My son had been poisoned against me. My company destroyed. All while Bryan lived freely in Santorini, building a new life.

The betrayal hollowed me out, then filled me with fire.

“Aurora, are you listening?” Damon’s voice cut through my storm.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good. Because you need to hear this. The case will be reopened. We’ll present proof Bryan is alive, and we’ll drag the Wolfe family’s lies into the light. Your image was ruined publicly, so your redemption will be public too.”

His tone was sharp, certain. Not mocking—unyielding. It steadied me more than I expected.

“What about my son?” I asked, my voice breaking.

“The Wolfes have custody. They used your past struggles against you—the drinking, the relapse after your father’s death. They convinced the court you’re unfit.”

My nails dug into the table. “That’s a lie. I’ve been clean for a year.”

“I know,” Damon said firmly. “And we’ll fight that too. But first, we get you out.”

Tears blurred my vision. Not for Bryan anymore. Not even for myself. For Jake. For the years stolen from us.

Damon leaned closer, his voice lowering. “Aurora, listen to me. Bryan betrayed you. The Wolfes framed you. But I believe you. And I won’t stop until you’re free.”

I held his gaze, searching for cracks, for insincerity. But there was none.

Slowly, I nodded. My grief was hardening into resolve.

“Fine,” I said hoarsely. “Get me out of here. Then we’ll make them pay.”